by Roop, Cassy
Fuck no that was not what I wanted to hear. My vision went red and I became angry. Pissed off. Asher better hope I never cross paths with him again, because if I did, I was liable to kill the fucker. Instinctively without thinking, I pulled Ashley into me and wrapped my arms around her. I couldn’t stand to see her go through what she was going through. At first she stilled, hesitant to be in my arms, but then soon relaxed into me. My heart thumped against my chest in worry that, for a moment, she was afraid of men now—afraid of me. I hesitated for a second before I asked her the one question I was dying to know the answer to.
“Are you planning on coming back to the club?”
She stilled again. Her hands swiped at her eyes and she let out a long, slow exhale.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. And there it was. The answer I feared. It wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t a yes either. She still had the ability to change her mind and I did not like that unknown feeling. I knew I was an asshole. I was a man, and one with wants. I wanted her. Maybe I would have to remind her of just why she needed to come back.
I leaned in closer to her and brought my lips to her neck. I could feel the erratic beat of her pulse pounding through her flesh and it had my dick coming to attention.
“I wish you would consider it, Ashley,” I whispered against her neck. She shivered and I could feel the goose bumps form on her soft, smooth skin. I decided to go for the truth, thinking it would help convince her to come back.
“Whatever this is, you feel it too. You cannot deny that there is something between us. I cannot explain it, Ashley. All I know is that I cannot keep fighting it anymore.”
I lifted her chin and sealed my mouth over hers. I rarely kiss a woman because I always saw it as too intimate of an action, but I craved the taste of Ashley. As I swirled my tongue inside of her hot, moist mouth, I relished in the sensations of her warmth. I could taste hints of coffee and vanilla as our mouths tangled together and it urged me on as I kissed her so deeply, that I wanted to crawl inside of her.
She broke our kiss and pulled back from me. “I want you, Dominic, I−I just don’t think I am cut out for your lifestyle. I don’t think I can handle having my control taken away from me like Asher did last night.”
Her revelation hit me hard. Being dominant was all I had ever known. It had always kept my heart safe from any pain that a relationship would cause. I shifted so that I was leaning over her and she laid back on the couch.
“The thing about a dominant/submissive relationship, Ashley, is that you are the one who holds all the power. You consent to what I can and cannot do to you. My only goal is to bring you pleasure. What Asher tried to do was force. I would never force you to do anything you do not want to do.”
She looked up at me trying to contemplate what I told her. A look of confusion crossed her face.
“But you want to punish me when I do something wrong. Why?”
“It teaches you to obey me, to please me. That is your job just as much as it is for me to please you.” I told her as I stared down at her. “See, Ashley,” I said as I trailed my finger from her throat to the valley of her breasts, “your body responds to me, to my touch. It was as if you were made to please me. Do you want to please me, Ashley? Because your body tells me that you do.”
“Yes−yes,” she said breathlessly as she nodded her head vigorously. Leaning in, I placed a kiss on the swell of her breast. I bit on the tender flesh and then licked it to soothe the sting. Her hips bucked up to meet me and I knew she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
“I can show you so much pleasure Ashley, teach you all the ways to explore your body, I−I just cannot give you more than that. “
She stilled beneath me and brought her hand up to cup my face. The gesture was intimate and I felt my heart rate speed up as I swallowed hard trying to suppress the panic that threatened to invade me.
“What happened to you that has you so closed off to the idea of a relationship with someone? Why are you afraid?” she asked as her eyes darted back and forth between mine. Fuck. That was not how I intended things to go. I thought I would be buried balls deep into her by now, the last thing I wanted to do was talk about my fucked up childhood and reasons for not participating in traditional relationships.
“Nothing to concern yourself with,” I said as I pushed up from where I was perched over the top of her on the couch and stood up.
“Now, which way is your bedroom?” I asked her as I smiled seductively.
“Down the hall and to the left. Why?” I reached for her hand and pulled her up to her feet. She looked up at me quizzically.
“Because I’m not leaving here until you have at least three orgasms.” I said leaning in to brush my lips against her ear and whispered. She gasped on a sharp intake of air that was filled with desire. I pulled her by the hand practically dragging her to the bedroom.
I can show you so much pleasure Ashley, teach you all the ways to explore your body. I just cannot give you more than that.
Dominic’s words echoed in my ears as he dragged me down the hall to my bedroom. Do I want this man so desperately that the only way I could have him was sexually? Maybe I can be the one to break him. What if I could make things different for him? Something horrible had happened to this gorgeous man that had made him fearful of relationships. I intended to find out what it was and help him heal. If I had to start with my body then so be it.
The moment we entered my room, Dominic slammed the door behind us and spun me around pinning me. He pressed his nose into the crook of my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin there. The act sent a fireball of charge straight to my clit. As he continued his torture, he added to it by bringing one hand up to twist my nipple between his fingers. He pulled and kneaded the delicate responsive nubs of flesh and my back arched away from the door pressing my breast further into his hand. Soon his fingers were replaced by his mouth as he pushed back the fabric of my robe to expose my breast and took the hardened pink skin of my nipple in between his teeth and bit it gently. A strangled moan flew past my lips and I felt the wetness pool between my legs, soaking my panties. I was still in my housecoat from earlier this morning and all it took was one pull on the tie and my body was exposed to him.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Ashley. I want inside of you so badly I can barely breathe. But first, I want to taste you.”
Dominic’s hands left their assault on my breasts and skimmed their way down my rib cage to my waist. His thumbs momentarily dug into the skin at my waist before he hooked them into my panties and painstakingly slowly drew them down my legs. He taped my ankles signaling for me to step out of them.
He was now kneeling before me with his face on the same level as my pussy. I could see the desire and want in his dark chocolate eyes as he stared at the most intimate part of me.
“Hook your legs over my shoulders and let the door support you from behind,” he ordered. When I hesitated, his hands moved up to grip my thighs and he forced them over his shoulders.
“You are going to have to learn, Ashley, that when I ask you to do something, you do it immediately. No hesitations, no second guesses. I am not a patient man.”
I didn’t even have time to think, hell, I barely had time to breathe when his mouth ascended onto me and his tongue circled my clit. His dexterous tongue moved in a torturous figure eight pattern and had my belly clenching and my already dripping wet pussy convulsing from the pleasure. I pressed my hips into his mouth trying to deepen the pressure and his primal groan sent me catapulting over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm.
Dominic continued his mission, riding out my orgasm until my body relaxed from the moment of euphoria. If my legs were not hooked over his shoulders, there was no doubt I would have collapsed to the floor.
His dark brown eyes looked up at me and a slow seductive grin spread across his face.
“One.”
Holy hell. I don’t think my body can take another orgasm that powerful.
Dominic
removed my legs from his shoulders, caressing each one as he placed my feet on the floor.
“Go lie down on the bed with your hands over your head,” he said with authority. My legs felt like rubber as I made my way across the room to lay on my bed. The coolness of the sheets at my back helped to relieve some of the fire that had spread through my body. Dominic stalked over to me and I looked to his hands to see that he was holding the tie to my purple terrycloth bathrobe. He sat down next to me on the bed and brought the tie up to my wrists that were perched above my head. His eyes glanced down to mine for a brief moment as if seeking permission. I nodded my head gently and he proceeded to bind my wrists together before tying the ends to the frame of my headboard.
Standing up, he rid himself of his clothes and I was rewarded with a front row view of his sexy body. All hard lines and finely defined muscles stared back at me and if my hands weren’t bound, I could have wiped away the drool from my mouth. I think he even had a six pack on his six pack. Every curve, every line, was a work of art and my mouth was salivating.
He returned to the bed and placed himself between my legs. Taking one finger he ran it through my already wet folds and my body bucked off the bed.
“No—no− Dominic I’m still too sensitive,” I begged. This only fueled his desire and he brought his thumb up to circle my clit. Each ring he made with his thumb around my overly sensitive bud of flesh sent shockwaves spiraling through my body. Without any notice Dominic drove two fingers inside of me to stroke the walls of my rhythmically throbbing sex. I all too soon felt the familiar build that started low in my belly.
“You will come again, Ashley,” he said and that was all it took to send my body splintering into a thousand pieces again.
“Two.”
I barely registered the sound of the foil packet ripping and Dominic sheathing himself before he slammed into me. My hands were still tied above my head and I couldn’t reach out to touch him like I wanted to. His rhythm was relentless as his hips collided with mine and his balls slapped against my ass.
“God, Ashley, you feel so fucking good. Ahhh-I can’t get enough of you and your delicious cunt. I love how it squeezes around me. Come. Come for me.”
“Oh God Dominic, I−I can’t! Oh God!”
I could no longer form any coherent thoughts as Dominic continued to pound into me. It was rough, carnal and I loved it. He wasn’t holding back and I knew I would be sore later but I didn’t care. I was lost in the sensations as his hips began to rotate hitting a spot inside of me that sent a surge of pleasure rippling through me. A few more undulating pumps later, another climax hit me unexpectedly and I yelled out his name in a feverish release of pressure. Dominic slammed into me one last time incoherently growling my name before he emptied himself into me and collapsed on top of me.
“Three.”
Our breathing was rapid as our chests heaved against each other mixing our sweat. Dominic reached up and untied my wrists from their restraint and caressed them softly. There was a red ring around both of my wrists that would last as a reminder of our extracurricular activities. Dominic looked at me for a brief moment. His eyes held confusion and fear as he took in each feature of my face before he pushed himself to get up and sit on the side of the bed and rested his head in his hands.
I reached out to touch him and he jumped flinching away from me.
“Dominic what is wrong?” I asked meekly. How he could be in such a melancholy mood after what we just experienced together was confusing.
“Nothing. I need to get to the club,” he said as he stood and started putting his clothes back on. I laid on my bed in complete confusion. I should be happy. He had given me three mind blowing orgasms, but instead I was hurting and confused by his brush off.
After getting dressed, he walked over to the door and I thought he was going to leave without saying a word to me. When he reached the door, he stopped with his back facing me.
“I truly hope you consider returning to the club. This can never happen again, Ashley. Our relationship can exist only within the walls of The Celtic Knot from now on.” And with that he walked out of my room and out of my apartment.
I decided to take on a double shift working at the diner on Monday, needing something to keep me busy and distracted while I tried not to think about Dominic or the club. I was still hurt and a little angry by his abrupt departure from my apartment the day before. I felt used, perplexed and bewildered. Dominic’s mood swings went from one extreme to the next. I didn’t understand how one minute he wanted me, and the next he pushed me away.
As angry and upset as I was with him, I couldn’t help but sympathize for the broken man that was inside of him. I so desperately wanted to reach out to him, to help heal the demons that had control over him. The physical attraction between me and Dominic was insurmountable, but I felt this deep emotional connection to him too. He hid behind those walls he had built up and every time he started to get too close he got scared and ran. So what was it that had him running?
I looked down and realized that I had robotically been wiping the same spot on the counter for almost ten minutes while my mind wandered off about Dominic. My attempt to keep myself busy and occupied was a bust. How could I not think about him?
I heard the bell ding telling me that an order was ready from the kitchen. Reaching up, my hands retrieved the hot plates from the warmer window that separated the front of the diner from the kitchen. When I turned around to go deliver the piping hot food to its desired consumers, I nearly dropped them both to the floor when I saw Jared sitting at the counter.
It had been over a week since I saw him last, or thought I saw him when Kelly and I went to lunch. He was still in a disheveled looking state with messy, greasy hair and a beard that would put the Duck Dynasty guys to shame. Jared was always so clean cut, sharp and on point about his looks. The man sitting before me was a shell of what he used to be. Even though I was no longer in love with the man that he used to be, it didn’t mean that I wasn’t still concerned about his overall well-being.
“Jared.”
His eyes looked to me. His face was expressionless, deadpan. His eyes held no shine to them and his skin looked pasty and pale.
“I wanted you to know I had to sell the house,” he said, his voice vacant of any mood or feeling.
“Hang on. Let me deliver this food and I will be right back,” I replied. I took my time delivering the food to the customers staying as long as I could to ensure they had everything they needed just to stall and not have to confront Jared who was still sitting at the counter.
When the customers assured me more than once that they had everything they needed, I unenthusiastically made my way back over to Jared. I didn’t even have time to breathe when I had gotten there before he spoke.
“Did you even hear what I said? The house is gone. Everything is gone, Ashley. Everything. Even you.”
I sighed. “Jared this is neither the time nor the place to discuss this. I am working. But as far as the house goes, I gave that to you in the divorce. I didn’t want it. Any of it. Keep the money I don’t care,” I said as quietly as I could to keep the customers from hearing. I glanced around the diner to look at the customers. I wish Jared would stop choosing to confront me at work.
“Dammit, Ashley!” he snapped. “I don’t want the fucking house, I don’t want the money, none of it matters if I don’t have you.”
Not this conversation again.
My eyes scanned the diner in nervous trepidation trying to see if anyone noticed Jared’s outburst. I was pleased to see that everyone was going about their business and enjoying their own conversations and food.
“Jared, we have been through this. We are not going to get back together, ever. You were unfaithful and that is unforgivable to me. I’ve moved on and so should you,” I tried to say as gently as I could. His appearance told me he was already in a fragile state to begin with and I didn’t want to push him further to the edge. Did he actually think the divorc
e was easy on me? I loved him and he broke my heart.
“Oh, I know you have moved on. Don’t think I haven’t seen you slutting around with that club owner boyfriend of yours, Ashley. A sex club, really?”
“You have been following me! I saw you the other day when Kelly and I were eating. You are sick you know that? You need to get out of here before I call the cops, Jared, I mean it.”
His laugh was sardonic, taunting. “I have lost everything since you left. You did this you bitch. I wouldn’t have even had to go fuck someone else if you weren’t so cold and calloused. Fucking you was like making love to an ice cube. How would your bosses like it if they knew their sweet, innocent Ashley was actually a fucking whore with a sex club boyfriend huh?”
I was taken aback by his words. Jared never used to be this vindictive and cruel. How could the man in front of me be nothing like the man I once loved? What happened to him to cause this paradigm shift in his demeanor?
“You wouldn’t?” I cried.
“Oh, sweetheart, I would. You deserve to know what it feels like to lose everything just like I have, you just wait…”
“Is there a problem here?” a familiar voice said interrupting Jared. I looked up and my eyes meet a six foot, very large, very pissed off looking Knox.
“No, no problem here,” Jared said as he held his hands up and got up from the stool. “I was just leaving.” Jared turned and strode out of the diner, but not before glancing back at me over his shoulder with a sardonic smile.
“What are you doing here, Knox?” I asked him stunned by his sudden appearance as I watch Jared leave the diner. I could tell he was hesitant to answer me by the look on his face. Something told me that I probably wasn’t going to like the answer.
“I was instructed by Dominic to keep an eye on you. He was worried that Asher could turn up and try to get to you−again. It was a good thing I did. What was Jared doing here?”
